POETIC OCEANS 2

One that I wish to be One, I wanted to be called But I was constantly stalled What is there in this for you? It’s not something that is true What a waste of time sitting And just drawing lines But who knows the secret of it all A writer to be is not The Great Fall; The writer is Supreme On any Theme A writer is Eternal A writer is the cream Of thoughts ideas and views Of visions stories and news Of emotions happy or sad Of feelings loving or mad Of happiness love tragedy or drama A writer is even The Great Dalai Lama! So I can be, a user of the pen And take a pseudo name among men But now it’s not sitting and staring At the pc, so mum and dumb, Your thoughts must touch The keyboard, and reach as such The page that is blank Must reflect the thoughts in ranks This must continue for hours and hours And words must form the patterns And forms, for readers who yearn To learn and feel good, They know they are,...

To be or not to be 'a fashioned' in style and stand to be grand or be appreciated by all in the land; but who am I who will tell or know.... till I join the band or should I? that is the question...how will the country know that there are more people talented than meets the eye there is another story to tell than the 'Love’s One' there are some who serve and are thrown out Hey, `You just leave`...what politeness what care ..but He is The Boss! So He can say; But let not the Laws unjust unfair put you down Move on!  The Earth is all green blue and a bit brown; And there are fashions all around…I would say Fashions in Gab Fashions in Nab Fashions in Dab But most of All the Fashion in Language left me stabbed; I am now from Madam Anjum Dar to M A D. (abbreviations of my name plus the title - Madam Anjum Dar-on one of my student’s ELT assignment)

Where art thou? With All Thy Grace and Treat Where evening cool breeze would gently sweep And the open spaces would be free and neat; Where I learned to ride the bicycle and Greet My friends who came out to meet-  Ah Harley Street! where art thou? With memories sweet- This same road where bell tingling tongas With strong horses and shining leather reins  Would lift the learning loads and stay on the beat- At that time, this same road was all for residents  No sounds, not even an innocent lambs bleat. Ah Harley Street! where art thou? So defiant in dilapidated defeat!- YOU seem to be there still serving in retreat- Though gone is the tar rubble crush and concrete; AH Harley Street . All is not lost. Courage never to submit or yield- YOU have the BEST on YOU YOU are replete with –Institutes of Education Tuition Guidance and Dedication- But AH there’s the rub- The cuts craters humps and dilapidation- OH Lord, what are WE lea...

The city of colored pencils unique, subdued than one of skyscrapers where no lead falls The city of sleek thin forms rolling balancing doodling norms,with rubber base erasers laid tight in rectangular boxes traveling in schoolbag pockets prized possessions for learners scribbling scratching sharpening points raising alarms with  shading  cross hatching  scumbling peaceful drawing sketching  till 'cutter sharpeners' appeared sharpened blade twisters, feared all hopes lay in Pencileeze Hall Dame Red,Orange Mustard  Blackolor,Grassy  and Cardinal Learning and Education solved the Case, signing Peace with Grace 'Cut No pencil,til out of place' and so the City of confused slate was lit with wooden forest fate   to write 'truth'n remove 'hate' 

  Immune to all seasons mobility gifted, this is the place of grace I look for seeking solace in strife silence serene this is the  the snowy ice I long for no footsteps visible none passed this way not for long can I stay Winter has elegance peaceful purity, this is the right cool way you must go tread softly in step frozen guile,this is the border you cross to Heaven, be   in moments measured steadfast trees, this is the beacon you need be like one and now I leave, secure bridge, this is the link to connect love spirit and me

My birthday came and went by Silently across the Aegean Sea Hellenism serene seemed the sky And I thought  am I really sixty?                                                         O'    Great Queen of Great Britain I look up to you- I am no Royalty But Grace , and so amazing I am alone , yet I have the ocean beauty, the starlit sky I don't need to cry My birthday came and went No cards, no Hello, no Bye Bye. My birthday came and I held my mug of tea and sat on the terrace alone and quietly; I sipped slowly and thought- I am well, have a job and daylong company so what if no one is now with me- I looked up at the darkening sky and saw a group of birds flying home towards the South These birds know how to stay together they do not  fight  and do not bother   All da...

Seven Sleepers of The Cave Seven faithful believers.... If Love and peace would prevail in this world full of beating hearts warm feelings filling the eyes with tenderness pouring from the skies who would ever think of committing a sin, not one nor two nor seven, All would be in for Heaven- Seven Sleepers of The Cave Seven faithful believers- The Earth grows green gold sweet honey abounds even if we eat it all still there is more and more till the winter and the Fall So let not anger envy or pride make us greedy slow and hide all good behind lust for dust we are and shall return to dust So all these sins seven can be conquered by eleven- Let us remember That which will raise our score The Laws of The Almighty, Words of Our Dear Guide- ‘Listen, Pray,  Go and sin no more’

Have We not made the earth as a bed, and the mountains as pegs? [Noble Quran 78:6-7] In a flash -like on angel's wings smooth on the road the wheels did spin moving on through avenues bordered by elegant trees we flew to the grandeur of Makhad mountains brown  'as pegs' head to head, conical sloping supporting valleys protecting with stony strength bordering fields of  mustard yellow makes peace in spirit and in heart,mellow- there is The Quiet The Presence in mountains is the secret essence till the Last Day there is no sudd of the Nile mountains shield the land the lifeblood of Makhad and so we stood, protected we felt  in the valley of the North in the Mountains of Makhad'

waltzing on the melodious music, feather like, rising gliding, I am embraced by The Light bright white pure                  of The One Power for sure The Earth is All Bed Sky all dome, a roof shining in the day glittering at night- to show Us, the way of The One Power for sure Boundless infinity oceanic no end in sight,timeless, and we mortals in oblivion think about being en-gloved                 by The One Power for sure we shall in cool shadows be with obedience and charity for good we did in year past what good we do now to last                for love of The One Power for sure Who made thee from a drop? who gave thy skill to write eyes to see thy heart to feel thy bed to lie sleep and rest?                  HE The One Power for sure the never ending water cycling fresh blessings warming steam to vapors r...